I can't do normal.
I can only do,
Okay enough so no one asks questions.
Fine enough so no one sees scars.
So tell me.
How do you do it?
And I'm sitting here,
In this unprotected room,
Wondering how people just sleep.
How do they do that?
So I try not to think about it.
My lack of air,
My failing mental faculties.
Sleep my dear,
And everything gets that bad,
And your life is oh so terrible,
And I'll lay here in my perfect room,
Feeling inadequate and selfish,
For feeling this bad.
Jealous of your honesty,
And irritated by it's consistency.
Because you're always wrapped up in your horrific world.
And im screaming.
I just want so badly to be heard.
And I contemplate waking you up,
But I remember all to well these nights of begging,
All to well,
And I know that I midst cry alone,
If I want my days to be happy.
So choose a time to be alone,
Or you'll end up being depressed during both.
So I'll wait up,
In hopes that I'll hear your voice.
and try not to let the fear drive me insane...
Repeat it slowly,
No one is coming.
But is that positively?
I'm positively sure that it could be.
But as leaves rustle,
I can't believe that.
I didn't think he'd come,
And look where that got me,
With images of cheap bras,
And silent screams,
A decade later,
No one is saving me,